My longing for her spoiled me for anyone else. Our time together reminded me of an old song from a movie made back in the sixties starring Sidney Poit...er, “To sir, with love.” The line “How do you thank someone who has taken you from crayons to perfume?” seemed to fit the way I felt about Jolene. The thoughts about the possible confrontations with my “lover” and my sister still distracted me as I waited for mom to pick me up at the train station. Deep down I didn't feel like Jolene was the kind. It was a very good place to work and the CEO was a great guy. He had been at the company for many years and worked his was up from the bottom. He was in his late 50's and was a real man's-man. He enjoyed fishing and golf and, although he wasn't particularly good at golf, he was very competitive. I was a fairly decent golfer and a long hitter, so I often was paired with him in company golf tournaments. This allowed me to get to know him better and I discovered that the apartments I lived in were. .. I'll be there." Foootttballl ... I'll beee therrr ... ooh Brad," Stephanie teased. "My God, Anna, are your panties wet? You're acting like you just met the Jonas Brothers or something. Come on, it's just Brad."Anna wasn't about to let Stephanie burst her bubble. "Just Brad? And how often has Brad talked to you lately, or ever?" Well, maybe that's because I haven't acted like a slut in front of half the school. Honestly, Anna, was it worth it?"Anna wasn't sure about that. She noticed that. This time of day is about the only and best time to jog on Eos 9.Reaching in her drawer, Azelia pulls out a pair of shorts. This particular pair she has bought for indoor use. They are of course running shorts, but they are so short and rather revealing. Regardless, they are what she grabs and they are what she puts on. Normally she wears panties, but after waking up naked next to Zelena, she figure that there isn’t much sense in putting on a pair just to get them all sweaty. The alien smiles.